I went. I had to. I wanted the magnitude of this terrible act to overwhelm me and break me down. I wanted to be damned sure I would never forget. I stood at the edge of the gaping hole and stared at all the destruction and wreckage. The scarred buildings, the twisted iron, our wounded nation. I cried out loud and openly. I felt so ashamed for the relief I felt when I learned my Aunt and Uncle were not there working as they often were, because there were so many who weren't as lucky in the news of loved ones they worried over. I wept in anger that I can no longer serve and be the direct instrument of revenge against the evil bastards responsible. I shed tears of pride at the strength and unity America has shown since that day. I just can't fathom how anyone could forget what happened there. I can't believe that there is an American anywhere who feels that we should not follow our enemies to the ends of the earth and send them to be accountable in front of whatever god they worship. I refuse to accept that any person who calls this country their own could ever rest knowing that we did not do all that we could to avenge the deaths of 3,300 of our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters. I hope I never see the day when we will give up this noble fight and dishonor the sacrifice of the 1000 brave soldiers, airmen, seamen, and marines who defended us, our way of life, and sought justice for those taken wrongly.
Tomorrow I will remind every person I come into contact with of what we lost 3 years ago, and of the fact that America still has a duty to perform. Last year I took the time to stop and thank every person in uniform I met, this year I will do the same. Military, Law enforcement, Fire Department. They defend, protect and watch over us, a thank you is the least they deserve.
Sorry for the rant. Some things people are just passionate about.